Food for thought is the one thing that lurks behind my frontal lobe. Mesmerizing, as it is, the sight of beauty lets you feel your pulses. That is kinda amazing if you are free of finding beauty on your own. Yet the ecstasy of keeping ones thoughts to yourself is captivating, hence the idea of thought-theft is unknown. Magical beauty is within the mind, so they say- ‘Beauty lies in the beholder’s eyes’ or some variant of this. Why do you think bad is associated with stink or dirt… it makes you think of a universal liking being developed over the years of human evolution. But the other day I saw on the National Geographic that there is a tribe in Africa that feeds on stale food as a delicacy and women there are fattened up to exceed goliath proportions before being selected for courtship, as for the males, maybe they are fed in a diet of excessive carbohydrates for they to be fit enough to handle the large piece of flesh. Even a man of crypts would prefer a petite blond then a fat black maid. As for the ones with no comparison ever, maybe they are universally liked. Everyone like Beyonce… or britny eh...